Disclaimer: Nope don't own Harry Potter
Lily Potter hand froze over the door of number 4 Privet Drive.
The house had not changes since I was last here six and a half years ago. The same dull bricks coved the house, the same quite, empty street, and the same brown door. Behind the door was the boy who she left six and a half years ago; her son Harry.
He was going to hate her. He was going to hate James. He was going to envy Hunter. After all Harry thought they were dead. We might as well be.
I looked over at James. He seemed to be having the same thought by the look on his face. Hunter was standing behind us. He's reaction was worse than James and mine when he found out Harry had to leave. He was just a child then, he didn't understand why his twin wasn't at home anymore.
Even though Harry and Hunter were twins they were like night and day. Hunter was active and sociable while Harry was intelligent and reserved. Not to mention Hunter had short brown hair and brown eyes, while Harry had raven black hair and brilliant emerald eyes.
I would never forgive myself for giving him up, but he was in danger. As long as he is safe, that's all that matters.
"It will be ok, honey. We'll have him back. We can be a family again." James said with a sad smile on her face.
I held my breath as I knocked on the door three times. The seconds that followed felt like hours.
When the door opened Petunia took one look at us and a cry escaped her lips. Before I knew what was going on she feel to the ground and started crying hysterically.
"Petunia!" I yelled coming to help my sister off the floor.
James and I picked up Petunia leading her into the living room. We set her down on a floral couch. Once she realized she was on the couch it seemed she to try to stop crying. My red faced sister looked up into my eyes with such sadness it felt like a dementor had come into the house.
Then I realized what this could be about. Oh god, no please…
"Petunia where's Harry?" James asked with a shaky voice.
"I'm so sorry," Petunia sobbed.
"What's going on? Where's my brother?" Hunted questioned.
Harry, he's… Harrys dead," Petunia cried her hands on her face.
I felt the color drain from my face. My hands were shaking like a leaf in the wind. The once brightly colored house was dull and lifeless. I could feel the darkness around coming closer. No, Harry cannot be dead. Please, my baby can't be dead.
"What… what do you mean? No, please… this can't," I stuttered.
James's wide eyes were looking down at his hand. Hunter hands were covering his mouth, hot tears running down his face.
"I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect him. I'm sorry, so sorry. Please forgive me," My sister begged.
"How?" Hunter whispered.
"He was 7. It was around 10 when these people with masked came in. They did ritual and this man; this horrible man came to life. He wanted Harry to join him, to become his heir. When he said no the masked people took him. I know it doesn't make any sense. Everyone says we were drugged it see delusions, but I know what I saw!" Petunia explained with a cracked voice.
Masked people, masked people. Death Eater took my son.
"We searched. I swear we tried to find him, but when we did I wish we didn't," She exclaimed, crying.
Petunia got up and went to the cupboard under the stairs. She pulled out an old key and unlocked the door. The only thing in the cupboard was an old looking box. She opened the box and pulled out a file. Slowly she walked over to me and handed me it. It read;
Potter, Harry
Birth: 31 July, 1997
Death: September 1st, 2005
Abduction: September 1st 2004
Cause of death: Beaten to death by cult
"We found him in the forest near the town border exactly a year after he was taken. He was eight," My sister explained in a gloomy voice.
I opened the file slowly. My eyes met those of my youngest son. His emerald green eyes were painted in black and white. A huge smile stretched across his face. The joy and happiness in his eyes made the paper come to life.
Missing was written in bright red ink. His name was bolded at the bottom of the paper. His age, weight and height were all under his picture. My eyes glanced back up at Harry. The magnitude of my loss swept over me. I would never see him again for as long as I live.
I flipped the missing poster, wanting to see more picture of my happy child. I did not see that. This picture was in color so you can see the ruby red color all over a child. A boy was laying on the ground of a forest. The child was an example of how beautiful death can be; his hair and skin almost had a blue tint to it and his eyes were closed. He looked so peaceful, like he was deep within a dream. The only thing that disturbed the picture was the red; it was too bright for the dull, natural colors of the woods.
Something that I had held onto since I came in the house died. The sight of the child, no my child, on the ground looking so peaceful just broke me. We were living our life while Harry was in captivity. We were smiling as he was dead. And that's when the darkness in the house came. All hope died with the little boy in the picture. Tear trickled down my face and dripped off my chin.
I didn't realize how much my hands were shaking until the folder slipped out of my hand. 7 papers slipped onto the floor. From the corner of my eye I saw Hunter collapse onto the floor, sobbing. Many picture of Harry bloody and beaten relived themselves along with his death certificate.
My eyes froze on one picture. It was a picture of Harry chest and what seemed to be bunch of gashes on it. I turned my head slightly, when I saw a word form from the cuts. As I bended down to look at the picture more closely, I recognized the words. My blood ran cold. The words 'chosen one' were carved into his chest.
And that's when I lost it. A cry escaped my throat. They took my baby boy because of the prophecy. They killed my child because of the prophecy. I gave up Harry because of the prophecy. The very thing that I tried so hard to protect him from came and took his life.
"He wasn't. Was he? Please tell me he wasn't killed because they thought he was some kind of chosen one," My sister asked tears in her voice.
Yes they did. Everyone did. They thought he was chosen to destroy us all.
A sinking realization came to me. Harry was probably happy to die, to join his family. To join the family that left him at his aunt's house to die. When he finally did die, how did he reacts when he found out his family was alive? He would probably wonder why we chose Hunter over him.
I remember him begging us to let him stay. His tears running down his race reliving a layer of red we all hid with a smile. I told him that everything would be alright, that we would come back for him. I remember his frightened face when he saw me pointing my wand at him. It only took one word to remove all of our happy memories as a family and replace them with fragments. He didn't remember magic after that. He would be normal until the day came when he could come to Hogwarts.
I killed my son. If he was with us this would not have happened. He would be smiling next to Hunter. We took his future. We destroyed his life. No matter how I thought about it, we did this.
James fell next to me and I found my way into his arms. I thought of all the mistakes I have made that lead up to this day. The works I'm sorry kept coming out of my mouth through my cries. The worse part about this is its almost fitting; Hunter is the boy who lived and Harry is the boy who died.
Well that's a rap for Chapter 2. I feel like I rushed this chapter, but anyways tell me what you think. I doubt that I will be able to post a new chapter every day I was just exited because you know new story and every thing. By the way this chapter in this chapter Harry and Hunter turn 11. And this is what's going in Lily side of things, so the first and second chapter are during the same day. Thanks for reading!
Until next chapter,
Mysterious Mayhem